"That sort of thing..."

There’s no easy way to say this out loud, so I thought I’d post a blog and then accept your commiseration throughout the days/weeks/months ahead. I will need your support, prayers, understanding… and beer now more than ever before.

My wife is pregnant.

Yes, this will be number four. No, we were not trying to get pregnant. And, yes, we know what causes this sort of thing. In fact, if anyone asks me the question, “Don’t you guys know what causes that sort of thing?” I might stab you with a pencil. We’ve been asked that question as a reaction to our previous three “announcements” innumerable times, and it is – quite frankly – getting a little old.

Anna Beth, Benjamin and Merrie Cannon are all wonderful kids. They are beautiful, smart, individual and perfect. So, it’s difficult to not be a little bit excited about bringing a new Ivey into the world… we just weren’t counting on it any time soon (at all, really). Let’s just say TROJAN is gonna get a nasty little note from Yours Truly every day for the next 18 ½ years.

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“Edwina's insides were a rocky place where my seed could find no purchase.”

Lucky sumbitch.